SINCE NEW YEARS

So, it's been an interesting week so far...

Despite some indications that those attempting to "break me" were coming around to a level of understanding as to just exactly who I AM, they have yet to do anything in gesture of support. They ruined two trips that I had the opportunity to embark on, one paid for months ago, another a spur of the moment affair In which I could have gone to San Rafael. I got so far as renting a car for a few days, but in the end, they either blocked funds coming to me or paid off a woman I just met in order to ground me locally.

You must understand. there must be a large amount of money at play, My reasoning being that it does seem to be quite a coordinated effort to drain all my financial resources, separate me from friends and family. and trash my reputation with bias and slander in hopes I'll move.... but wait.... they don't really want me to go, lest they lose some kind of funding (state and/or federal).

What a waste of time and money. I'll have to see what's of public record on it.

I find it funny that these supposedly hip and together folks, always trash talking, saying how they got it made.... oh wait... they just said: "We work our asses off".

Yet the deny me opportunities to work? Pushed me to the point I came across as crazy, send me to jail, keep me locked up for 4 1/2, 10 total wasted on their premises... all lies. 

11:30 am, Friday, January 5th.

So those darn people talking to me?

Say I won $100 million dollars.... no... hold on...

What's that?

Oh. My bad...

$13 million?

Are you sure?

OK. You just said "Shit, shut, shit..."

Then...

"$25 million".

So, what is it?

$100, $13, or $25 million?

Huh?

Wait... what "$25"million... Tweakers money"?

WTF does that mean?

Ok... now there just saying stuff like:

"You're joking..."

"You got to be kidding me..."

"You're not going to put that, are You?" (Is the Y supposed to be capitalized... I do that for the ladies usually. Looks weird when you refer to yourself that way, however.

Now it's: 

"Johnny, you can't do this to me..."

"Were not joking, honey."

OK. So where's the proof in the pudding?

OK. I think that's an idiom... better look that up. Hold on.

Here we go:

Yeah. Thought I was using it correctly...

Hell... I'd be happy if they paid me back what I invested time and money wise....

Maybe a pastrami sandwich would be nice....